november morning at ty isaf

The upstairs sitting-room

Through the window

Tess, a new arrival in our neighbour’s field

the flying fish

Here the miraculous fish swings from what will be a hook and loop in Tobias’ curled fingers, just as he swings like a circus aerialist  from the archangel Raphael’s hand. I keep putting off starting work on the fish (don’t know why) and the landscape beneath, presently a dark patch bisected with a curving flash of red oxide, has yet to evolve into the planned steep conifer-clad  hillside with a waterfall plunging through it. However that must wait for now. The basilica is one of the few substantial areas of red oxide under-colour still remaining in the composition, and that’s where I plan to start painting tomorrow.